when it gone out together together in that city, anyone approaching us always come straight to me. when he cut in with his native german, while, but gently dear mayor dyer surprised. most like to go. the savage tacky like a civilized. you see that old clinton arrived, like a knife turning. we fly to paris, but we know vilest sign of the chaos forever. it all meant out when his state. sometimes, when i looked up for the curtains, starting onto the emptiness, i was the old berlin. i would say that i am although class on our streets scattered. with a messing it up and when we drafted over to the curtains, it's like cooking mom on a carnival. crowds in the firelight, broken bottles. we come down after a minute. it was like walking on a gravel path. all of them shares clinching with each step. the synagogue of the block was on fire. we watched firemen standing with their backs to the playing, i'm on all the other buildings to keep the fire from spreading. a fire light was shining on the wet street. the hose water running into the drain. here and there, i seen teeth growing like opals on